Tag: writing
group name: lightofpoetry
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November 02, 2007 01:46 PM EDT --
I've been sitting on this for awhile-note the dead metaphor there. It's something I dashed off one day while pondering the collaboration on constructive criticism that Amy George . . . more
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July 25, 2008 06:29 PM EDT --
WATCHING RHINE
It just lies here in its big
curve through Basel
on an early autumn
evening, possibly wanting
to have changed its course
a few times over the years
but maybe not minding . . . more
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July 21, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove . . . more
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March 23, 2007 07:51 PM EDT --
A late offering for the unofficial Gatherers Appreciation Day.
Freed Verses
So I’ve liberated four from the drawer.
They’re happy to be out and about.
Andrea had asked, . . . more
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November 21, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
Tempera men tal " Men "
I realized my predica men t when my mind com men ced with worri men t.
I've thought of all sorts of men , from cattle men with taut abdo men s to . . . more
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November 15, 2007 04:42 PM EST --
'You have chosen me from low estate to be your queen and companion, far beyond my desert or desire; if, then, you found me worthy of such honor, . . . more
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December 23, 2006 05:48 AM EST --
You dont have to ask god, he knows your heart.
When your life is torn and every road seems dark.
You dont have to ask god, to take away your fears.
He will sheild you from harm, he will dry your tears. . . . more
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May 28, 2007 12:34 PM EDT --
When you aim high,
To make your own sky,
And you begin to work,
With the decision of do or die.
Leave no stone unturned,
And hit the nail on the head.
Work full twenty-four hours, . . . more
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February 04, 2007 03:51 AM EST --
I gushed
Betraying my secret
Stored already
In the secret chest
Of my being
God's whether you know
How does happiness look?
Because I know
I am happiness
My heart sings
The sun lighted me . . . more
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May 22, 2007 12:04 PM EDT --
rainbows from my window sill
lighting up
the setting
evening glow
on my kitchen floor, near the mashed pop
corn kernel,
the mango juice drip, so sweet yet
discarded
and dry in spattered blood drop.
windlessly . . . more
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February 14, 2007 01:16 PM EST --
Blank sheet of paper
Hostage to my empty pen
Bleeds tears of dry ink
more
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December 07, 2006 07:06 PM EST --
“Wintry Reign”
Cold blustery snow
Lace rugged
Fir trees
in minutes. . .
Freezing temperatures
Ice highways
And country lanes
in seconds. . . . more
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September 10, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
BEDROOM
in the brevity of this room
where we last were we,
before the searing darkness
of dead stars burned
these holes in my heart –
before the sadness of trees
in the middle days of . . . more
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January 31, 2007 06:35 AM EST --
Hiding my self
Under the cover
Of mine and your feelings
I don't remember anymore
This clearing
That I was running through
Some time ago
Still looking their or you
And now I'm . . . more
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February 01, 2007 04:11 AM EST --
November nights of great cities
Where the hotel- love dies
Torn with the anchor of the life
With the scream spitting out the world
Again, with the future
I rummage the time in rubbish heaps
To find . . . more
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October 12, 2008 03:21 AM EDT --
Where did every one go to
All the people were . . . more
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April 02, 2007 04:55 PM EDT --
*This is a poetry style I found out about yesterday by happenstance. It is most likely a style that has been created but while we wait to find the name of such creator, I wanted to share it with . . . more
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October 05, 2007 11:06 PM EDT --
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November 15, 2007 12:05 AM EST --
This merciless medium beckons me,
Waking me from my peaceful slumber.
Make liquid your soul in throes of rhetoric,
Shine your light so that others may see.
It demands.
My mind scurries to avoid . . . more
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April 23, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
You and I were never strangers.
long before we ever met
you held the key to my heart.
You were one I could never forget.
In another world, another time,
We have done it all before,
But one . . . more
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